Why can't I break free
from these chains that bind me
to this planet, to the ground
the smog and pollution which around me surrounds

I want to travel the world
then move on to the universe
Of where tales are told
To either be free or be cursed

I want to grow feathered wings
and fly away from this thing
called Earth, called life
I want to do it differently then with a knife

The stars I long to reach
To sit on the moon and watch the rest of the sky
So many things that stars and moons can teach
If to them I could only fly

But I'll forever be stuck here
flooding the place with my own tears
as I stare up at the sky
and pray to grow feathered wings and fly..

To fly away..away from this place..far away..